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Antonia Malchik's avatar

I had a friend a few years ago whose boyfriend had retired from a lifetime of work on the floor of the New York Stock Exchange. He was so permanently wired he could never let go. And a big part of him didn't want to. He was addicted to that life, and living without it made him feel empty and a little crazed.

I don't know that we Gen-Xrs knew better, but we did have a combination of being told we could achieve anything we wanted, a lot of skepticism about establishment anything, and--probably most importantly--scraped through college with less debt than the next generation (that's a sweeping generalization crafted only out of my own experience). I never had a job that paid great, but my college paid almost all my tuition on the basis of need and I had pretty low student loan payments for 10 years. It makes a difference, as probably anyone reading this newsletter knows.

I find myself resenting that guy's statement that other people don't know how to work their butts off. I assume he's never waited tables knowing his tips were going to pay his rent!

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Caitlin Palmer's avatar

I kept thinking, as I read this, of my time as a grocery store cashier during college around 2008-12. The check-out space for the first three years consisted of a belt that moved the products to be scanned into a kind of carrel placed so that either I or my customers could bag the groceries easily without too much strain. Then, the company called for the items scanned per minute to dramatically increase, and the carrels were replaced with taller expanses of counter space that you simply couldn't reach all the way across. But you sure could FLING the items much more quickly down the line.

The first day with these new productivity-increasing point-of-sales, I felt on the verge of tears the whole shift. I wasn't used to working this fast and my whole body hurt from reaching and reaching all day to grab the stray items that rolled to the corners. The managers were so enthusiastic about our new "bagging stations" but we cashiers knew the score--they never scheduled baggers and we would be bagging the groceries ourselves--this time, with a lot more physical strain.

Socially, too, it was like a pall settled over my fellow cashiers. Before, we cashiers would bag for each other if we had a free moment and that was a place for bonding, jokes, banter with customers. But now we really didn't have any free moments and I remember the steep drop-off in co-worker conversations and general fellow feeling. It was bleak.

Anyway, I had not thought about this experience in a long time until reading your piece--never thought I'd identify with 1980's office workers, but hey! I'm a teacher now, another profession where, of course, there's never enough time for all of the work to be done in a human way.

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